Go back to that campsite, forgetting what the point of that was in the first place
From Create Your Own Story
You head back to the campsite to find that all your shit has been ransacked and your tent (that you've spent ten hours to assemble) in ruins. And someone pissed on it! What dicks! You feel a sort of anxiety that is not unknown to hurricane victims and you run around in circles, then you feel tired. You realize that if you keep this up you're going to drill a hole to Bangladesh. You need to think, have a plan.
